Don’t you want me any more?
Don’t you know
That I n-n-n-nearly swore

On the live TV
We went wild
Yeah I set you free
Your golden child

Sitting in his easy chair
He runs his hands through greying hair
And contemplates
His country estate

Gazing out at his trout farm
He wonders where the workers are
But it’s too late
They are not his mates
They are young
They’re young

Don’t you need me
Any more?
I broke the rules for you
Opened doors

Gave you liberty
Suggested Brexit
Did that all work out?
I never checked it

Sitting in his easy chair
He runs his hands though greying hair
And contemplates
His country estate

Blackmailed all the workers back
Gave the ringleaders the sack
But it’s too late
They are not his mates
They are young

Sitting in his easy chair
He runs his hands through greying hair
And contemplates
His country estate

He ‘worked really hard for this’
But now people just take the piss
It’s all too late
They are not his mates
They are young

They’re young
So young

Don’t you want me?